Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 6, December 1841Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 6, December 1841
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“I had heard the name of the leader of this party, and although I could
not seek reparation at the present, yet I prepared to lie down with a
stern determination to follow him to the four corners of the earth
before I would forego the revenge I had in store for him. With a heart
aching with grief and disappointment, I prepared to throw myself upon my
flinty bed, when, casting my sight to the left, I observed a lurid hue
dwelling upon the tops of some tall trees below me, and plainly
indicating that a fire was burning beneath them. This fire might have
been kindled by the very person whom I sought. I immediately shouldered
my rifle, and, in my eagerness to reach the spot, nearly ran over the
brow of a high precipice, down which had I fallen, I would have been
dashed to atoms against the rocks below. Avoiding the impending danger
by deviating to the right, I reached the level country, where travelling
was comparatively easy, and started at a rapid gait for the distant
light.
“The country—now so thickly settled—was almost a wilderness, and still
abounded with wild and savage animals, which—as I was aware—seek their
prey by night. I observed the strictest caution, lest some lurking
panther should pounce upon me; and then, being necessitated to shoot it,
I would alarm my enemies. By the greatest exertion, I avoided one of
these animals, and in the course of several hours, I approached the
fire. The country was studded thickly with giant oaks, whose matted
branches and thick foliage cast a deep gloom beneath them; but from this
contrast the fire appeared more brilliant, and shot far out into the
surrounding darkness, a gleam of brightness.
“I neared the fire unobserved, but what were my sensations upon
perceiving arrayed around it the very persons I sought. For the first
time since morning, I felt a degree of hope swell my breast, as I gazed
upon the murderers of all I loved.
“Ten horses were hobbled close by me, and scenting me if they did not
see me, they snorted and gazed in the direction where I was hid, but
their masters were so busily engaged in conversing and boasting over
their day’s exploits, that they heard not these never-failing omens,
that danger was nigh.
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